I used to believe in love.
I used to believe in happy endings.
All l ever given them was love.
I did the best I can, given everything, yet still not enough.
Now, I don't believe in love.
In fact, I think love is stupid.
Now, I'm only after sex.
I'm so desperate that I'm willing take any love I can receive even if I know sex doesn't really count as love.
Am I not girlfriend material?
What's wrong with me?
I got nobody to talk to.
I want to be a bitch. Sleep with guys and feel nothing at all. Be numb. So I can't feel the pain anymore.
But who am I kidding?
I'm still the good girl inside and no matter how I pretend to be strong, I'm still hurting.
Should I be wild and make all the things that I know are mistakes? That I know I'll regret? Just so that they can say that "I pity her" "I wish I never left her" "She used to be a good girl" "What happened to her" "How did she become a bitch".
I know they wouldn't care less.
Ever broken a girl's heart and regretted it because you saw what she has become because of you?